Deep into the heart of the battle they fought. Covered onAll sides as all converged on them, until the four couldNo longer be seen. As time passed I feared them lost, thenSlowly the armies separated, many were dead. I saw the fourEach down on one knee, all stopped to watch and gazeUpon them with a smile of victory before sending them intoThe ground.

Then they rose together to make a final stand. With theirLast bit of strength they raised their arms into the air pointingBlood stained weapons to the sky. They called upon the godOf war and made ready to die. But Odin would not callThem this day to Valhalla, instead he sent thunder andLightning to strike the ground, bestowing upon them theOne gift every warrior lives in hope of - the berserker rage!

Now filled with that strength, the power of a thousandMen was given them. No longer mortal they were touchedBy the gods. This time when they took up the attack, men fellNot by tens, but by hundreds, by thousands. And when theSmoke did clear, the four spoke the words and the massesAnswered the response of the warrior's prayer.

Gods of war I call youMy sword is by my sideI seek a life of honorFree from all false pride

I will crack the whipWith a bold mighty hailCover me with deathIf I should ever fail